the razor blade incident

So Emme is going to be somewhat famous!  Kenton and his crew at work did a video for one of their clients and they needed a baby to wear a beard- naturally Emme worked well.

Anyways, so its a Saturday morning and we are all trying to rush out the door to the shoot.  Kenton is in charge of everything and I am in charge of getting our girls out of bed and fed with smiles on their faces so that we can have a nice fun and quiet morning while we wait in a small room for Emme's big debut (we ended up being there for TWO HOURS!!!!).  At the last minute Kenton remembered he needed to bring a razor blade for the actor to use.  He grabbed mine out of the shower (yes, I use a man's razor-don't judge) flicked the razor blade off onto the counter and grabbed a new one for the actor.

Fast forward a few hours.  We are all tired and I am trying to get everything gathered up for our ward Christmas party.  Emme is throwing a fit (her naps have been thrown out the window) and Afton is jumping around her room instead of getting her pants on like she should be (maybe I let her have a little too much chocolate while making a dessert for the party).  Anyway, I set Emme in the sink to sit while I do my hair because Emme LOVES to play in the sink and pretend to get ready with me.  I am in la la land while straighenting my hair RIGHT NEXT to Emme when all the sudden I snap out of it and see her holding a razor blade!!!  KENTON!!!!!!!!!

So now my baby is bleeding, my husband is gone taking my dessert to the pre-party drop off, and Afton is bouncing off the walls.  I can handle this.  I can handle this.  I pick Emme up- throw away the razor of course- and take her downstairs to the medicine cabinet to get a band-aid for the poor girl.  Oh wait, that's right, we NEVER have band-aids in this house!  Somehow, Afton gets a hold of EVERY SINGLE band-aid I buy, before I even get the chance to put them away, and sticks them all over everything.  Great.  Now what do I do?

I do this...

Poor girl.  It really wasn't a huge cut by any means but the get up made it look so bad.  Sorry children- sometimes your parents really drop the ball- like leaving razor blades out and then not having band-aids for their poor fingers!

She looks so grown up to me.  When did that happen?

 And after all the commotion, this is how I got Afton to stop bouncing off the walls and let me do her hair.  Yep, I brought the straightener out of the bathroom into the living room- oh the things I do that I said I would NEVER do- like catering to my children's every desire JUST to get them to do something.

Basically, not our best day.